Infinite weird games

In the nightmare, Shang Qingbei couldn't remember how many cycles he had experienced.

Every time he thought he was awake, or ran out of the house, or huddled in bed and continued to pretend to be asleep, the scene around him always collapsed after a while.

He opened his eyes again and again, and every time he saw the same ceiling and Xi'er's terrifying face on the bed next to him.

He ran out the door mechanically over and over again, repeating the process of encountering ghosts disguised as Ziss, escaping, and waking up, and his fear became more and more intense.

[Zhang was trapped in a nightmare when he was born, his body was broken and his bones were standing, he was in a daze and didn't know why he came]

The way the crisis will work has been foreshadowed in the story of Zhiguai, but the specific solution has never been told to the players...

"Shang Siyuan." When he woke up again, Shang Qingbei heard a neutral voice whispering in his ear, saying his real name.

I haven’t heard this name in the game for a long time... Who is it? Why do you know him?

Shang Qingbei suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, but saw nothing.

"You will sleep in an endless dream forever, but I may be able to help you wake up from the nightmare." The voice in the ear whispered to persuade.

Shang Qingbei asked: "Who are you? You said you want to help me, do you need me to pay any price?"

The voice continued on its own: "I will help you within the rules, but you need to do one thing for me."

On the system interface, two lines of prompt text are refreshed in a timely manner.

[Side mission has been refreshed]

[Side mission (optional): Destroy Xi'er's happy event]

Did it actually trigger a side mission? It seems that this cycle is not bad luck, but an important plot where danger and opportunity coexist.

Shang Qingbei knows that completing side tasks can often lead to important clues and at the same time improve performance points, which is beneficial without any harm.

——Not to mention it is an optional task that can be done or not.

He intended to get more clues, but he pretended to be hesitant at the moment: "Why do you want to ruin Xi'er's happy event? She is an orphan. Isn't it good for someone to take care of her after she gets married?"

The voice replied: "Xi'er will be pushed into the well after getting married, and the resentment will be blended into the water to nourish the God of Joy. This is the rule of Shuangxi Town that continues to this day."

Sure enough, a big deal once in forty-nine years is not a good thing.

The voice's statement was consistent with the usual routine of ghost stories, and also consistent with subconscious psychological expectations. Shang Qingbei chose to believe it without any doubt.

"Okay, I promise you." He said, "Double Happiness Town must sacrifice once every forty-nine years, right? Why is this set of rules set?"

Shang Qingbei systematically studied the strategy posts in the game forum, and had a vague hunch that he might be the first among the players to crack the world view.

He waited solemnly, and the voice behind his ear chuckled: "Rules are rules."

This was obviously perfunctory. Shang Qingbei wanted to ask more questions, but he felt something hit him hard on the back of the head.

He didn't react in time and fell forward.

The world was spinning in front of my eyes, and my whole person seemed to be falling into a bottomless whirlpool, falling and falling...

I don't know how long it took, but my back hit the ground. There was a soft mattress on the hard board, which should be the bed in the east wing.

His eyelids were heavy, and he could only vaguely feel some light, but his consciousness was clear and he could hear the voices of people around him.

First, it was Li Yao's voice, filled with fear for the rest of his life: "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was wearing a wedding dress, sitting in a wedding room, and there was a well outside the door. I walked out and saw a woman Sitting by the well, she was wearing white clothes, obviously not human, and she asked me to save her. I somehow agreed, and then I found myself lying at the bottom of the well, surrounded by corpses..."

"The fact that you can still wake up means that it was not the point of death. I probably just wanted to tell you something through the dream." It was Qisi's voice, calm and gentle, "By the way, I also had a dream last night, dreaming about you. Become a ghost and ask me if you are dead or alive."

Li Yao asked: "How did you answer?"

"Living people." There was a hint of smile in Qisi's voice. "Based on the boatman's words and the clues we got later, we can judge that 'people and ghosts have different paths, and yin and yang have different paths' is the core rule of this dungeon."

"If I say that the ghost pretending to be you is a dead person, I probably won't be able to survive standing with her; besides, what if you really die if you follow my words?"

The last sentence is joking, but it also implies concern.

Shang Qingbei listened with his eyes closed and remembered Qisi's analysis in his mind.

——It turns out that it’s not just him, but other people also encountered ghosts pretending to be players?

——No, these are just one-sided words from "Qi Wen", Li Yao's situation is different from him!

His thoughts hit a certain violation, and Shang Qingbei finally sat up straight and made a "swish" sound.

The early morning light penetrated the window lattice and cast a cluster of white silk at the foot of the bed. The dust and fibers flying in the air refracted the path of the light.

The others had woken up long ago and had been discussing for a long time. When they heard Shang Qingbei's movements, they all looked at him.

Qisi looked at Shang Qingbei with interest, tapping the edge of the bed with his fingers.

Shang Qingbei also looked at him, cleared his throat, and said word by word: "Qi Wen, I dreamed that you became a ghost last night."

Seeing that the young man was listening attentively, he continued: "I had doubts about you from the very beginning, so I asked you if you were a human or a ghost. You told me the words 'weird game' and I believed it." You are the player... If the person in the dream is really a ghost, how do you know about the existence of the weird game? "

The ghost can say the four words "weird game", which is even weirder than the weird game itself; the conventional rules are broken, just like waking up one morning and seeing the sun turn into red eyes.

Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly: "From what you said, you have already preset the answer in your mind and think I have a problem?"

"When something like this happens, it's hard for me not to doubt you, right?" Shang Qingbei said in a stiff tone, "I just want a reasonable explanation."

He briefly recounted his experience last night, focusing on the cycles of dreams within dreams, while omitting the last voice in the dream and the side quests.

Even he himself couldn't figure out why he wanted to conceal information that was likely to be important clues.

"Dreams have no logic. The dreams we have are said to be replicas of their own mechanisms, but their essence is still images generated by the human brain. Their development and direction will be affected by their own thinking." Qiss said nonsense seriously, "You thought at first The me in the dream is a human being, so you can hear the words "weird game" from my mouth. Later, I guess that you have already determined that there is something wrong with me, is that right? "

Lies should not be told too hard. They must be logically consistent and leave plenty of room for imagination. In this way, after a loophole appears, the deceived person will make up for it on his own and fill in the loophole.

Qisi lowered his eyes, showing moderate worry and embarrassment: "Shang Qingbei, I don't know why you have such a big opinion against me, but I still hope that you can put aside your prejudices and at least clear this dungeon smoothly first." Come on, this dungeon is very weird and gives me a bad feeling. The last time I had this feeling was on my third dungeon..."

Shang Qingbei didn't know much about talking. He felt uncomfortable after hearing this tea talk, and argued awkwardly: "What can I say to you? I'm just talking about things. Whoever has such a dream, Everyone will have doubts, right?"

"No, according to the normal thinking process, you should be suspicious of the copy mechanism, not me." Qisi turned his eyes to Du Xiaoyu beside him.

Du Xiaoyu understood: "I dreamed last night that you became a ghost, and I didn't even say I would doubt you."

Liu Bingding also said: "What I dreamed about was a ghost disguised as Du Xiaoyu. Well, if you put it this way, the dreams of all of us seem to form a chain. Li Yao dreamed of the ghost in the well, Qi Wen dreamed of Li Yao, and Shang Qingbei dreamed of Qi Article, Du Xiaoyu dreamed of Shang Qingbei..."

Shang Qingbei stopped talking.

Li Yao said hesitantly: "This is a town where weddings are held, but the sky is full of paper money for funerals; last night, everyone except me dreamed of a coffin parked outside the house; there are double joys in life, one is a wedding, and the other is a funeral." Funeral... What do you think of the world view of this copy? "

"It's a ghost marriage." Du Xiaoyu blurted out, "Isn't it obvious? Six or seven out of ten Chinese styles are ghost marriages."

"It's unlikely to be a ghost marriage, right?" Liu Bingding shook his head, "According to the statistics of dungeon themes in the forum, not a single dungeon in the past thirty-six years is a ghost marriage. There are rumors that this theme violates a certain taboo and is not allowed to be used. The rules allow..."

Of course, it couldn't be a ghost marriage. It was obviously a sacrifice in the forty-nine years, sacrificing a certain girl, and nourishing the God of Joy with resentment. Shang Qingbei silently recited the conclusions he drew from his dream.

He was hesitant to make this information public.

First of all, he was not familiar with the others, and it was thankless to take the initiative to share clues. He showed courtesy for nothing, and was either a traitor or a thief.

Secondly, those people who blindly believe in "Qi Wen" will be wrong if they say too much in the absence of evidence. Who knows if they will find him wrong and suspect that he is secretly up to something...

With just such a hesitation, the topic was passed.

Liu Bingding asked: "Are there any new clues on the phone? I remember Xu Wen said that she would send some photos every day."

"I checked it out when I got up early in the morning. There are no hairs at all. God knows if that NPC is reliable." Du Xiaoyu threw the phone on the bed.

Shang Qingbei was the closest and grabbed his cell phone. As soon as he turned it on, he found that half of the battery was gone.

It was obviously full yesterday. According to this usage, how can I survive seven days?

"Why is the electricity used up so fast? Has someone secretly touched the phone?" Shang Qingbei looked at Du Xiaoyu suspiciously.

Du Xiaoyu was about to have an attack when Qisi, the culprit, spoke up at the right time: "We have discussed before that weird games strictly control electronic products such as mobile phones. Even if they appear as props, they will probably set usage restrictions. The battery capacity corresponds to the time limit. , half of the battery will be lost every day, which means that this prop can only be used for one more day. "

Liu Bingding listened on the side and his expression became solemn: "What about that? If the phone is out of battery, how will we contact Xu Wen then?"

"So we have to collect clues as soon as possible to decipher the world view." Shang Qingbei lowered his head and clicked through the photo album on his phone.

There are only two photos in it, one is of the soul-crushing coffin that was already there, and the other is the soul-calling bell that Qis took.

——There are indeed no new clues.

This is illogical. How could the copy be designed like this? Shang Qingbei felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Turn off the phone first and check again later. Maybe Xu Wen hasn't had time to send the photos over yet." Qisi said calmly from the side.

He had just quietly deleted a photo an hour ago. At this moment, his face showed no clue, and his expression and tone were extremely sincere: "From the phone call yesterday, Xu Wen's situation seems to be very bad, and there is no chance to send the photo." Maybe?"

Xu Wen, who worked hard to upload photos but had them deleted: ...6.

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